It is with a heavy heart that I have to tell you about our dear Mickey. He recently passed away very peacefully curled up in his favourite place in the haybarn. Not something any of us were expecting. Mickey arrived with us seven years ago when his owner could no longer look after him and was destined for The Fate that none of us talk about.
We were slightly in awe of him, but he never harmed any of us in any way and he could tell the most fantastic Tales. We loved hearing his growly voice recounting fantastic sagas and Sylvia was especially pleased when the little ones were captivated by his sometimes slightly bizarre stories - as it kept them out of mischief for a while.
We were slightly in awe of him, but he never harmed any of us in any way and he could tell the most fantastic Tales. We loved hearing his growly voice recounting fantastic sagas and Sylvia was especially pleased when the little ones were captivated by his sometimes slightly bizarre stories - as it kept them out of mischief for a while.
Our last picture of dear friend, Mickey
But it meant that we no longer had a Storyteller. Sylvia decided to advertise for a replacement. And no sooner than she had put the word out, than two likely lads who reside in our Paddock put their names forward. Curly and Sammy. Two of Farmer Richard's rams.
"Well, dear" she said to Sammy. "Why do you think you will be suitable for this role?"
Sammy thought for a while and replied that he would be very patient with the young cockerels and pullets, but not ramble on too much.
"And you Curly? Why do you think you might be suitable for the job?"
Curly replied almost at once "I can spin a yarn."
And what Sylvia was looking for in the new recruit, was someone like Mickey who could tell a story that is an interesting and imaginative one, but not necessarily true....
"Curly! You have the job! Well done - and I am sure that Sammy will be able to stand in at times when you are busy."
Gordon & Sylvia xxx
"Well, dear" she said to Sammy. "Why do you think you will be suitable for this role?"
Sammy thought for a while and replied that he would be very patient with the young cockerels and pullets, but not ramble on too much.
"And you Curly? Why do you think you might be suitable for the job?"
Curly replied almost at once "I can spin a yarn."
And what Sylvia was looking for in the new recruit, was someone like Mickey who could tell a story that is an interesting and imaginative one, but not necessarily true....
"Curly! You have the job! Well done - and I am sure that Sammy will be able to stand in at times when you are busy."
Gordon & Sylvia xxx
 Sammy |  Curly |
